Waiting.

i used to think that home was a structure,
but where i found home was no structure.
my home had blue eyes,
and a beating heart.
my home had a favorite color,
and loved the smell of the ocean in the morning.
my home had a few bad habits,
and a few good ones.
my home had bones,
and knew the strings on a guitar better than they knew them-self.
yet,
my home still crumbled as if it were a structure.
then left me waiting.
waiting.
waiting.

xx

i used to think that love was only found in the depths of your heart,
but then i realized i had found love in the depths of her eyes.
it was no mystery why i loved her,
and it didn't matter how far i got from her;
i was determined to love her forever.
but as it's said so often,
timing was wrong.
then i was left waiting
until time was right.
waiting.
waiting.